Friday, January 19, 2007

the searcher...

i

have a job

where

i can stand,

hands

in pockets,

relaxed,

as a

tropical

breeze

stirs

my hair

in January,

lifting me

and the eagle

that i watch

to hover

above

the horizon,

together,

merging,

in my mind's eye,

to watch

the landscape

below

for rabbits

and poets